Don't Touch Me

Here's the next chapter. I started this one right after I posted chapter 7. I left it for about a week and then tonight I just felt the urge to finish it. Hooohooohooo, did I finish it. It's probably not as polished as it should be. But damn I needed to post it. It just felt right, ya know. All you fantastic reviewers deserve it. Oh hey, per review # 128, I just found out this story is on a recommended reading list. How fucking cool is that??? Anyway enjoy, review and let me know what you think. I love hearing from you. And like the disclaimer says....I don't own a thing...just playing. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Hermione stormed out of Malfoy's room and slammed the door behind her. 'Un-fucking-believable,' she thought. 'Just when I think I know where I stand with that git, he goes and changes the rules. Typical!' She stomped back to her room, entered and then slammed her own door just as hard. Malfoy, on the other hand, took a few minutes to get himself together. He got comfortable and changed into his silk pajamas. Well, the bottoms anyway. He left the shirt portion off wanting to be as comfortable as possible. After checking his reflection in his mirror, he picked up his wand from the desk and casually walked through their shared lavatory and stood in Granger's open doorway. Leaning against the doorjamb with bare feet crossed at the ankles and hands behind his back, he watched for a moment or two as Granger paced angrily in front of her own fireplace. He took in a few deep breaths and readied himself. Finally, he cleared his throat. Hermione turned immediately to find Malfoy with his wand pointing directly at her. He said simply, "immobulus minorum," before she knew what hit her. The look of shock on her face was enough to send him into a brief fit of laughter. Roles now reversed, Hermione stared at him, frozen. "Oh man," he gasped almost doubled over, "that's classic." "You are such a fucking git, Malfoy," she yelled. "Yeah," he said still chuckling to himself, "I know." "This was what you had planned tonight?" "Yes." "Un-fucking-believable!" "Come on," he taunted as he sauntered into her room, "you're healed, I'm healed...why not do some damage all over again?" He stood directly in front of her, totally amused with himself. "It hurt so good the last time." He reached out with a long finger and hooked it in the waistline of her jeans and began gently teasing her stomach. "No! Not now. I will not let you do this now." "And how exactly are you going to stop me? You can't move without my help, isn't that how the spell goes?" He leaned forward and kissed her under her ear. Hermione closed her eyes. She couldn't help enjoying the feel of his lips against her. Merlin she fucking loved it when he did that. She tried the rational approach. "We have to patrol in a few hours Malfoy. I will not be late just because you're too much of a spoiled brat to wait until a more convenient time to have your revenge." "Don't get all prudish on me now Granger," he whispered seductively in her ear. "And besides, I don't have to wait... I can do whatever I want. I'm the one in control right now." With that he wrapped his arms around her and began to feel his way around her body. Continuing to nuzzle her neck, he ran his hands over her bottom and pulled her flush against him. She let out a soft moan that incited a growl out of him. The feel of his body against hers was what she had been craving all day. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" She kept silent. She would not give him the satisfaction of admitting that she did. He pulled slightly away from her. "Tell me you like it when I take charge of you," Malfoy demanded. Hermione stared directly at him and countered, "you have control over my body, not my mind Malfoy. I will tell you no such thing." He growled low in his throat. "ohhhhoooohoooo, going to attempt to put up a fight, Granger?" "You know I can't," she said softly. He smirked at her knowing full well she couldn't. Malfoy slowly pulled her sweater over her head. To Hermione's mortification her hair was instantly full of static. "You and your hair, Granger. What are we going to do with it?" he tisked as he smoothed it down. 'So soft,' he thought. 'So untamed, so...beautiful'. "Perhaps I should do you a favor and cut it all off." Hermione looked at him with pleading eyes as he caressed then tucked a curl behind each ear. He pulled her face to his and whispered against her lips, "no, I couldn't do that, now could I?" He kissed her, softly at first then gradually took the kiss deeper. She was breathless when he finally pulled away from her. "It's your signature," he continued smoothing it gently. "I can spot your head clear across the quad." Hermione shivered at his touch despite the roaring fire in the grate. "Are you frightened?" he asked as he unbuttoned her shirt. She took a breath. "Should I be?" she asked with a slight quiver in her voice. He smirked at her again as he removed her shirt. "Defiant to the core, aren't you. He reached down and unbuttoned, then unzipped her jeans. "Even when you have no hope of stopping me, you put up a fight." Malfoy slid his hands inside her jeans over her ass and slowly pulled them down. "You'll try anything, even talking your way out of an unfortunate situation." He dropped to his knees, took off her shoes and then carefully helped her out of her jeans, one leg at a time. She stood self-consciously before him in her bra and panties. He reached up and caressed her breasts over her bra. 'Perfect. Pansy would shriek in jealousy if she saw Granger's breasts.' "That's my Granger," he said leaning forward and kissing and licking her cleavage. She closed her eyes, this time trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. He was taking his time with her. This soft and gentle Malfoy was so much different than the angry and violent one she was with last night. And somehow this Malfoy was hurting her more...from the inside out. "I am not your Granger," she finally retorted. To her satisfaction Malfoy looked up at her in surprise. When he took her that last time, it was almost like he had separated his mind from what his body was doing to her. They didn't speak of it this morning either. It was as if he had blocked it out. She could tell by the look on his face that what he did to her the previous evening, everything he did and said, now came flooding back to him. "I'm not your anything," she continued calmly. He swallowed and looked into her tear filled eyes. She recited almost verbatim what he had said to her the night before. "There is nothing good or decent about you," her lip starting to quiver as one lonely tear slipped down her face. "You're everything I detest. I could never be...your...Granger." His brows furrowed together, he looked at her with total understanding. He realized what she was getting at. He had said that very thing to her last night...and then he took her...violently...he hurt her. 'A Malfoy never inflicts pain physically,' his father's words came back to him again. 'Mentally yes, but never...NEVER physically.' 'Not again...not this time,' he thought. She sniffed bringing him back from his thoughts. "The spell isn't permanent, remember? I suggest you get on with it Malfoy." He licked the trail of her tear. He cleared his throat and got back to the task at hand. "Anxious to know what I'm going to do to you, huh? Very well." He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. "Normally, I'd take you to my bed. But in this case, I think it would be best for me to fuck you in yours. That way, every time you sleep in it, you can think about all the deviant things I did to you." He had a bit of an edge to his voice when he said it, and it frightened Hermione a little. She had no idea what he was going to do to her before the spell wore off. If he was going to hurt her like he did last night, she doubted he would heal her this time. Then there would be questions from Harry and Ron, lots and lots of questions. Malfoy placed her gently down in the center of the four-post bed and propped her head up on the pillow, spreading her hair out evenly. "Comfortable?" He asked before following her onto the bed. He lounged next to her. She didn't answer, only looked away. Malfoy cupped her chin and brought her eyes back to gaze upon his. "I asked if you were comfortable?" he said with a slight edge to his voice. "Yes," she replied softly. "Because if you prefer the cold hard stone floor, we can..." "No," she answered quickly. "The bed is fine," she said before adding a small, "thank you." "Shall I say the contraceptive charm, or would you like to do the honors?" he asked. She didn't answer. She just recited the charm. "Good," he said as he straddled her thighs. "Now, lets see those lovely breasts of yours." Malfoy reached underneath her and unhooked her bra and removed it. Hermione's breasts were full...not too big, not too small. They were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. Malfoy growled low in his throat at the sight. During last nights events he made a mental note of how fantastic her breasts were, but everything was so fast and furious he didn't have time to appreciate them to their fullest. He placed his hands on her stomach and slowly brought them up taking a breast in each. He kneaded and massaged sending little tingles up her spine. Malfoy began to unconsciously move his hips to match his hands ministrations. He watched her carefully, memorizing every contour of her upper body. Hermione blushed under his close examination. She didn't like being exposed and helpless and under Malfoy's scrutiny. She knew he was looking for every flaw to taunt her with later. Didn't he realize that she already hated the way she looked, she didn't need anyone to point out her endless flaws...she knew them all by heart. "Please don't play with me Malfoy," she pleaded softly. "Last night you knew exactly what my agenda was from the start...I told you why I had hexed you and what I wanted to teach you. The least you can do is grant me the same courtesy." "Well, after last night's performance, I don't think there's anything I can teach you," he retorted before he could stop himself. His pride was still hurting that she had basically the same experience as he did. She opened her mouth to reply, but then abruptly shut it. "Please get on with whatever it is you plan to do...I'm...cold." It was surprising that she was chilly. Malfoy seemed to be burning up from the inside out. "Well, let's see if I can warm you up then." He settled his waist inside her thighs and lay down on top of her. Skin to skin, they both moaned at the contact. He kissed her everywhere. Her neck, her shoulders, her chest; he tasted every part of her he could get his mouth on without hindering his contact. He was grinding himself against her loving the feel of her heat against his arousal. "There's one place I know you're warm...hot even," he whispered against her mouth before kissing her deeply. Shivering on the inside, Hermione longed to wrap her arms around him and hold him closer to her. The warmth of his skin, his strong muscular chest; this is what she had wanted since she left him in the common room the night before. Now he was here, on top of her. She had longed for his touch, and now that she had it, all she wanted to do is touch him back. But she couldn't...this slow torture was agony. She tried to will herself to move, but to no avail she lay motionless on the bed beneath him. He continued to move above her, teasing her. Each time his cock rubbed against his silk pajamas he wanted to be inside her more and more. Finally he reached a point where he couldn't take his own teasing. He reached in between them and felt her through her panties. "Are you ready for me?" he asked rubbing her moist panties. "Huh, Granger? Are you nice and slippery wet for me?" Hermione was panting. "Oh Merlin, yes." She so wished she could move her hips, her arms, any part of her body. It was torture just laying here while he teased her. If she was going to be fucked, she liked to be an active participant. But Malfoy being Malfoy, he couldn't resist taunting her one last time. "Wet enough...to beg for me to put it in?" "Malfoy, you fucking prat..." He loved it when she got all riled up. "That's right, call me all the nasty names you want...I'm still the one in control...I'm still the one waiting for you to beg me to stick it to you...real...good." He punctuated the last with two long hard thrusts. She bit her lower lip fighting the urge to tell him anything he wanted just so long as he did what he promised to do. Malfoy untied the string at this waist and pulled down is pajama bottoms just enough to let his hard cock show. Hermione gasped in anticipation. Merlin she wanted him so badly, but she'd be damned if she gave him the satisfaction. Malfoy was torn. As much as he wanted her to admit defeat and give in, he also loved the spark that came from a good battle. It was the latter than one out in his mind. 'Come on, Granger. Fight me.' "See that Granger? That's all for you...every bit of it. And I'm going to give it to you...as soon as you say the word..." "Fuck you Malfoy!" "Close enough." Malfoy didn't even bother removing Granger's panties. He just pushed them aside, then pushed in to the hilt with a loud moan. Malfoy had wanted to be inside her again all day and he had finally managed a way to do it. He had even left her no choice but to comply with his wishes. He loved being a Malfoy where Slytherin cunning is an art form. Beneath him Hermione grunted as he entered her and then settled into a steady mewing sound with each thrust of his hips. Merlin, she loved the way he fucked her. He put everything he had into in. Believe it or not, he wasn't a selfish lover. Even through their night of violent sex, he never left her wanting. His thrusts were slow and controlled. Hermione closed her eyes and imagined herself thrusting back. Before she knew it, this fantasy that she was playing over and over in her mind had her clutching at the bedcover. That thought brought the fantasy crashing down and forced her back into reality. She was clutching the covers. Realization dawned and she slowly and subtly started thrusting in time with Malfoy. He was caught up in what he was doing and she didn't want to instantly alert him that the spell was wearing off. She wanted all her motor functions back before either of them climaxed. She desperately wanted to be an active participant in making him come. She didn't want to be just a toy for him to play with and use as he saw fit. She began to pick up speed and match his rhythm. Unhurriedly, she brought her arms and legs around him, holding him to her. He paused for a split second in realization. "Granger," he growled through gritted teeth while picking up speed. "Malfoy," she whispered breathlessly while fisting her hand in his hair. She pulled him to her and kissed him. He thrust hard and fast. He was pounding into her so intensely, the headboard was banging against the stonewall behind it. Hermione came first, yelling his name and gasping for air. Malfoy followed at the sound of his name being screamed from the petite Gryffindor beneath him. He collapsed on top of her, her legs still tightly wrapped around him. They lay in a heap of sweaty arms and legs. Malfoy stayed inside her until their breathing returned to normal, then slipped reluctantly out. Hermione sighed at the loss of contact. Malfoy covered them with a blanket and rolled her onto her side so that her back was to his chest. He cradled an arm under her head and lazily draped the other arm around her waist. He held her tightly to him in a post coital haze. Hermione closed her eyes for a quick nap before it was time to patrol. She was just at the point of a doze when she thought she heard Malfoy say, "at last Granger, we are truly even." xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Don't panic...it ain't over.